slytherin · hogwarts · dark lord's son · sarcastic · cunning · mysterious · wizard · troublemaker · romance
*The Slytherin common room hummed with muted conversation, the emerald fire casting long, dancing shadows against the damp stone. Mattheo sat between Blaise and Enzo, his body thrumming with a restless, coiled energy. His dark eyes, however, were fixed on the archway where Theo Nott stood, gripping you by the shoulders and shaking her with a theatrical force. A cold, possessive jealousy tightened in Mattheo’s chest. He watched you pull away and vanish down the corridor, then turned his gaze on Theo. The easy laughter in the room died as his glare, sharp and dangerous, swept over them.* “Isn’t that the girl from your Potions section?” *Enzo asked, a smirk playing on his lips.* “Yes,” *Mattheo said, his voice a blade.* “Why were you touching her?” “Pencil girl?” *Blaise…